Chapter 17

HUDSON

Iswam a couple of laps, enjoying the peaceful evening in my little paradise. I still couldn't get over how quiet it was out there. The silence made the intrusive thoughts louder.

I spent the day doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was bored and the temptation to open a bottle of Jack was very strong, but I resisted. I chose to go for a swim instead. I wanted to stay sober. Every minute was a fight, but I kept telling myself I was already getting better. Every hour I didn't drink proved I had it under control.

The water felt good on my skin. I stretched out my arms and legs, feeling the muscles contract and release. The pool was a little pocket of peace, which was refreshing after the chaotic mess my life had become in the city.

As I swam, I thought about Diana.

She had captured my attention in a town as quiet as the water around me. She was beautiful but in a sweet, alluring way. Also, her innocent look wasn't just a look. She was a virgin. I believed her when she said it. Some ladies might say it, but they were lying. I remembered the one woman I took to bed who told me she was a born-again virgin.

Not the same. Not even a little bit the same.

If anything, Diana was too good to be true. She was definitely too good for me. I knew that much.

As I floated in the water, I wondered if she would ever seriously consider a guy like me. Sure, she didn't mind hanging out and making out, but did she see me as someone that was good enough to settle down with? Was I marriage material? Father material?

Were those things I even wanted? I hadn't really thought about it until I met Diana. Now I was filled with all kinds of questions about what kind of man I was.

I pulled myself out of the water, the cool night air sending a shiver over me. My muscles ached from swimming, even though my day had consisted of doing nothing much. I dried my hair with the towel, and because I was all alone with no one but the bugs to see me, I stripped out of my swim trunks and left them hanging on the towel bar to dry. I walked naked through the house toward the master bedroom, letting my bits dangle.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was close to midnight. It had been a long day of nothing. Going to bed before midnight wasn't normal for me. I was used to partying until the wee hours of the morning. Hell, sometimes all night and well into the next day with the help of a little extra boost of energy.

My first week of almost sobriety had involved a lot of sleeping. I felt like I slept a week to make up for the last ten years. I crawled into bed, and the cool sheets felt good against my skin. I shut off the light and closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep.

I drifted off into a dream.

Diana was there. She was in a white, gauzy gown that was almost see-through. I could just make out her curves in the dim candlelight flickering all around us in the room. The only furniture was a huge bed. My heart pounded in my chest. My hands shook as I reached for her delicate fingers.

Diana walked toward me. Her ethereal beauty took my breath away. Her hand stroked my hair before she wrapped her arm around me.

"You're breathtaking," I told her.

She leaned in close. "I want to take more than your breath, Hudson. I want all of you."

"I want that too, but I don't want to rush you," I said. "You don't know who I am or who I was in the city."

She placed a finger over my lips to stop me from talking. "You're not in the city anymore. You're here with me. Now take me to bed and show me what I've been missing."

I kissed her. All the doubts and fears I had been carrying with me melted away. My hands slid down her body, the fabric so thin it was like she wore nothing. In the dream, I lifted her in my arms and walked us to the giant bed. She nodded eagerly and I laid her down, looking at the beauty spread out before me. Her eyes were full of passion and desire as she gazed back at me.

"I want you, Hudson," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

I nodded, unable to speak as my own desire took over. I lowered myself onto her, feeling her body under mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. My clothes were suddenly gone. The dress she'd been wearing was gone.

Her silky-smooth skin pressed against me. I was lost in the rush of pleasure as we continued to explore each other. Her soft moans echoed in my ears, driving me wild with desire. I felt her body arch beneath me as I kissed over her round, full breasts.

Her nails dug into my back. The sensation was sharp but enticing, making my body shudder with anticipation. She responded to every touch, every kiss, her body writhing beneath me with a passion that left me breathless. Her soft gasps and moans were the most erotic sounds I'd ever heard, which only fueled my desire for her.

She was innocent, but her body was acting on instinct. She gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer. I pressed my body against hers, feeling her heart beating. Her eyes locked onto mine. They glowed with desire and a hint of nervousness I found incredibly endearing. It was Diana's first time after all.

"I'm yours, Hudson," she whispered. "Show me. Make love to me."

"Not yet," I replied. "I want to make sure you're ready for me."

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting with a hitched breath. Yet, she didn't pull away. Instead she nodded slowly. The trust in her gaze was evident. I felt a surge of affection and my heart swelled for this woman who had placed her faith in me so readily.

"I'm ready," she murmured.

I began with soft kisses, trailing from the hollow of her neck down to the curve of her breasts. I took my time exploring, ensuring that every inch of skin was lavished with attention. Diana was writhing beneath me, her hands gripping at the sheets as small gasps escaped her lips. It was a tantalizing sight to behold.

My hands trailed down her sides, caressing the soft curves of her hips. I felt Diana quiver beneath me, a low sigh escaping from her lips. I moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down to her navel. She tensed as I hit a sensitive spot. I paused and looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with desire as she watched me intently.

"Are you okay?" I asked, needing to know she was comfortable. She nodded, the corners of her mouth curving into a small smile.

"Yes, don't stop." Her voice was husky, intoxicating. Her words spurred me on. I continued my exploration, determined to show her I could be gentle. I wanted her first time to be good.

I traced my fingers over her inner thighs, watching as her body responded with tiny trembles. Her breath hitched in her throat as I neared where she needed me most. My own anticipation was growing, a low hum of arousal coursing through my veins. But this moment wasn't about me. It was about Diana.

I had to temper my need and focus on her. This was a moment she was going to remember forever. I had to do it right.

Her chest heaved with every breath she took, the skin flushing a soft pink under my touch. I reached the apex of her thighs and paused, looking up at her once more for reassurance. Her eyes were filled with trust and lust, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my fingers along her wetness, her body jolting at my touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as I explored her.

Diana's hands gripped the sheets tighter, her body writhing beneath me. Her eyes were filled with a wild sort of need that matched my own. It was intimate, raw, and utterly beautiful. I could feel the warmth of her body surrounding me, the soft texture of her skin under my fingertips. I wanted to see her lose control, to give herself over to the feelings I was pulling from her.

"Hudson," she whispered, her voice mingled with a soft sigh. Her body shuddered and her thighs tightened around my hand, the muscles quivering under my touch. It was evident she was close to the edge of ecstasy.

"Let go, Diana," I murmured, pressing deeper into her. I moved my mouth up her body, kissing the column of her neck, nibbling gently at the soft skin. I pushed a second finger inside her, stretching her virgin pussy. Her body arched back at the dual sensation, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat.

"That's it," I whispered. "Do you feel that? Can you handle me?"

She groaned, and her legs squeezed closed before slowly opening, giving me full access. I worked my two fingers inside her, stretching and teasing her.

"I don't know if I can handle you," she moaned. "But don't stop."

I rubbed my fingertip against her clit, knowing just what she needed to experience the pleasure she was chasing. She gasped, her voice breaking as ecstasy rippled through her. The sight of Diana writhing beneath me sent my arousal soaring. I needed to touch her, claim her. But not yet. I slowed my pace, dragging out the anticipation until she was whimpering with need.

"Diana," I whispered into her ear, my lips grazing over her lobe. "I want you to come for me."

"Yes," she whispered back, her fingers clutching at my arms as though they were the only things keeping her tethered to earth.

I worked my fingers, touching the spot that made her shudder and moan, her hips bucking off the bed to meet my touch. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, her body succumbing to my caresses. Her breath became ragged, her nails digging into my arms as she gripped me tighter.

"Please, Hudson," she pleaded, her voice desperate and filled with need. It was music to my ears, the sweetest melody I'd ever heard. I repeated my touches over and over again, every stroke adding another note to this symphony of desire.

"I want you to feel good," I murmured into her ear. My voice was low and deep. "Come. When I claim you, I want you ready and wanting more. Do you feel me inside you? I'm going to make you feel so good."

"I like it," she whispered. "I want more."

"Oh, there'll be a lot more coming tonight."

I kissed her with my fingers working inside her. It took very little time for her to explode into a frenzy of pleasure, her body bucking beneath me, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she screamed my name. It was a sight to behold—her face contorted with ecstasy, her eyes widened in surprise, and her lips parted. I savored every second of it.

Her whole body trembled with aftershocks, her breathing ragged and labored. I kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her passion. I pulled my fingers from her and traced them gently over her swollen lips, feeling the moisture that clung to them. She moaned, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. I could see the satisfaction and desire in her gaze, mirroring my own.

"I didn't know it could feel like that."

I smiled, feeling a surge of pride and happiness at being able to give her such pleasure. "It's just the beginning, Diana. Just wait until I take you all the way."

I moved my body over hers, telling myself to take it slow. My throbbing cock brushed over her slick folds, nearly making me explode. I took a deep breath, praying for patience.

"Make love to me Hudson." Her whispered invitation nearly took me over the edge.

I woke with a start, my body covered in a sheen of sweat and my cock tenting the sheets. "Oh shit," I groaned, realizing it had been a dream.

A very real dream that left me wanting her more than ever.